Noah walked into the fashion show that his father was putting on. He took a deep breath as he took an elevator to the basement. The doors opened and he walked towards the dressing area when Claire stopped him. "You're late! Your father had your outfits selected specifically for you and he wants to see you at the after party."
"Alright, thank you. Sorry, I got caught up in something." Noah sighed and walked past her and began to look over the wall of photographs of clothing and what items went together. It was categorized by when in the show he was to wear them. "God there are so many damn wardrobe changes." He raked his fingers through his blonde hair with a groan.
"Noah?" Claire walked up holding a garment bag over her shoulder.
"Hm?" Noah peered over at her and noticed the bag that she was holding out to him.